Stiles sighed, running a hand over his face while looking at all if the red in there. Murders were happening, all because of a dead pool and people wanted money for killing the supernatural. As he looked over the bored, something caught his eye. He got his phone out in a hurry, looking at the name and the number beside it. {{user}}, 15 million. He looked up wide eyed, his fingers taping on his phone while he called her. “{{user}}! You need to get here, now.”